Material Men

You gawk upon the metal man,
you praise his shape and to his frame you hold.
But little do you know he is shit,
Not worth his weight in gold.

Beware the marble man,
tall and proud he stands.
But he is also flawed,
Your will he'll crack in his hands.

When next you see the wooden man,
turn and walk away.
He is stubborn,
and like that he'll always stay.

Find a man whos breathing,
who needs oxygen to live.
He is the very best of men,
Cause that breath he'd freely give.